Page 133 of The Wolf King's Mate

“Only you, Princess.” He slid his fingers out of my channel and hooked one of my legs around the back of his thigh. He lifted his hand to my lips, and slid his fingers into my mouth. “Taste how much your body needs me.”

I licked the saltiness of my pleasure off his skin with a soft moan.

“You’re going to take me now. No knots, this time.”

I made a noise of agreement, and he lined the head of his cock up with my entrance.

With one slow, confident motion, he filled me.

I gasped around his fingers, and he pulled them out, dragging them down to my breast and teasing my nipple.

He drove into me slowly, but not carefully.

Deep, but unhurried.

He felt just as good as he had during heat—so I guess it wasn’t just the pheromones.

It was him.

I didn’t need his knot to drive me wild. Not when he felt the way he did.

He didn’t stop when I shattered on his cock.

He kept fucking me.

Teasing my clit.

He sucked and nipped at the base of my throat, too. “You’ll wear my mark here permanently, as soon as the full moon rises.”

“Yeah.” My chest rose and fell rapidly.

He was so insanely big.

And so insanely good at making me lose control.

He pinched my clit, and I swore.

He gave me a dark, rumbly laugh, and did it again.

My hips jerked.

My need swelled.

He kept going until finally, we both shattered.

My scream tore through the air, my body rocking as he slammed into me, growling his own release as he bit down on my shoulder.

His fangs pierced my skin, but it barely hurt.

And it made me come so much harder.

I was panting when he pulled out and released my hips.

Momentary confusion was quickly replaced when he kneeled between my thighs, pulling my ass toward him and burying his face there.

His mind brushed mine, the feeling much more intimate than I expected.“We taste so fucking good together.”

Ohh.

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